A sad day for us all

Days like these come along and there is nothing you can do to stop them. You see them in the distance and know they're coming and there just isn't anything you can do. Sadly all you can do is look back on them and say it was bound to happen. On Thursday's season finale of the O.C. Mischa Barton's lovely, young, troubled Marissa Cooper was finally killed.



It was only a matter of time. Everyone knew this. Ever since she tried to kill herself mid-first season by digesting an almost legal amount of Tequila and sleeping pills this was inevitable. Her problems mounted and couldn't be hid from Alcoholism, depression, her mother sleeping her with former boyfriend, her father losing millions of dollars of their neighbors money then getting beat up by loansharks, to her surfer boyfriend falling off a cliff drunkenly, her real boyfriend telling her that he knocked up an old friend from home, not to mention being stalked by an insane guy who you met in your psychiatrist' waiting room,
shooting you boyfriends brother, who by the way was trying to rape you and let's not forget lesbians (with the totally smoking hot Oliva Wilde)yes young Marissa had seen a lot before her untimely death.

I have to admit this show had been a guilty pleasure of mine until this season when it conflicted with "My Name is Earl" and "The Office". So with both those shows having ended last week, this week I turned back to the O.C. The wonderful world of good looking millionaires and one rebel from the outside. But of course the lesson is that on the inside we're all alike even the rich and beautiful. When young Ryan Atwood (Benjamin McKenzie) first took shelter with the Cohen family it literally sent young Marrisa's life into a spiral from which she never recovered.

What's offsetting to me is that I felt nothing towards this TV death. I have a few ideas why. Barton was, rarest of rare, an actual teenager who played a teenager on a teenage TV show. Her co-stars Benjamin McKenzie 28, Adam Brody 27, and Rachel Bilson 24 didn't really seem to fit in with 20 year old Barton. She wasn't a strong actress she was hot. Since the series premiered in 2003 when Barton was just seventeen she just looked too gorgeous to be the age she was supposed to be much like Jessica Biel on Seventh Heaven, which premiered when she was just 14, who was so hot as a young girl on that show (even though I never watched it)it just made you think of nothing else. See also Alyassa Milano.



Also I think she was poorly written character. You just couldn't relate. It's hard to say I feel sorry for this gorgeous, rich, teenage girl who has all these problems and yet just wins about them. She just wasn't a character you could contact with. She was empty. Which stood in stark contrast to Rachel Bilson's Summer. Summer was fun and engaging. She didn't need something horrible in her life to have her character have any meaning. Barton was supposed to be the star but this has long been Bilson's show. I remember when I worked at the SportsNetwork having a indepth discussion between the entire the minor league baseball department about who was hotter on the O.C. Marissa or Summer? I was arguing for Marissa. I see the error of my ways.



Rachel Bilson is wicked hot. Sorry Marissa we hardly knew you. Because your character was awful.

Talking about season finale's how much did the West Wing's suck! I didn't care about Santos. I wanted to see Sam, Toby, CJ, Josh, and the gang actually do something. Like interact with each other. For such a great series to have such a lame finale was very distressing. And to qoute Stephen Colbert "wag of the finger" to both the cast of the West Wing and NBC for bailing on the retrospective that was supposed to be aired due to salary demands of the cast (RoB Lowe) and low ratings. A show like that should have been allowed to go out with dignity. Shame on you both. Instead all anyone got of any benefit from this show was the preview of Aaron Sorkin's next project "Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip" other then that I couldn't have been more disappointed.